So I’d like to celebrate the height of sexy, the decade of decadence: the 1970s, when Saturday Night Fever gave us a Saturday night fever, Farrah Fawcett’s image adorned the wall of every teenage boy in the land and bow-chicka-bow-wow porn was broadcast on every TV channel*.

*I assume.

For this installment of Bring it back, let’s bring back SEXY. JT couldn’t do it, but maybe I can.

HELL-O!

A man with a fro AND a mo? Yes please. The open shirt, the button down vest-plus-pants one piece suit and the strategically placed hand? The only way this guy could get any sexier is if he had a giant snake around his neck.

GRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Look at the confidence on this man’s face! He knows he’s sexy. I’ve never seen a man make a bow-tie that big look so damn hot, and I’ve been to a lot of circuses. I don’t even care that his ‘Italian gold brocade’ coat was once covering a sofa. He’s flawless!

PHWOAR!

If ever there was a man that actually oozed sex, this is him. Hints of chest, arm and nose hair. Ginormous glasses that enhance his seductive look and a robe that suggests he might enjoy a quiet night in, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as we eat TV dinners and watch the latest episode of Love Boat.